A poem about maternal love

Bing Xin's Paper Boat

I never throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-save it.

Fold into a boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still don't give up and fold every day.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.

And sadness.

Eternal mother

When I first opened my newborn eyes.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.

Love eyes and tears of joy-

Staring at you without blinking an eye.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.

I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.

After many days and nights of cultivation

Sit up straight at last, your little body.

After adjusting EQ and IQ

Never wait, shout out life.

The most precious first sound-mom

This is the most touching original moral.

No matter how many languages there are in the world.

Only this cry is absolutely the same.

No music, no poetry.

It can be more touching than this.

A traveler's song

The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.

Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise,

A free heart is flying.

Mom, do you care about me?

Mother looked at me anxiously.

Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?

Mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the train, the flute ...

Holding hands tightly through the window.